But seriously. This pregnancy is kind of flying by so far, AND so far it's all been kind of sucky, with bleeding scares and horrid nausea and sinus infections and Grim Winter. Think how fast it's going to go NOW, with summer and weekend trips and shopping for teh bebe and... You know, general Fun In The Sun type activity. I haven't even started making name lists yet! I haven't begun my
I'm also freaking out a little about having three kids. That's more HANDS than I have, people. I can't even grab them all at once. I see a lot of baby wearing in my future, I'll tell you that. Which of course means I have to find a new sling, since my old one got recalled for SUFFOCATION HAZARD. Nice.
Beyond that most practical and worrisome concern is the other stuff that goes with babies. Constant diapers. Constant nursing. That giant, back-breaking carseat. Baby STUFF all over the place. Not being able to leave the baby for longer than two or three hours, or else face pumping, which I hate a whole lot and never works very well for me, despite a very expensive pump. Not being able to drink much caffeine, still, or more than one glass of wine.
As much as pregnancy isn't really my thing, especially the last trimester, I am kind of glad of it, this time. It's comforting to know that by the end I will be DESPERATE to get that kid out of me. I am kind of thinking that if it weren't for the physical misery of the last few weeks, I would never want to actually birth the baby! I'd just want to pat my little bump, knowing its gender and name, feeling it kick and jump, and say, "Yes, this is my third child, right here. Safe and sound. I'm just going to keep it in here like a kangaroo's pouch for another year or two until we're REALLY ready."
I'm guessing feeling REALLY prepared and competent to handle a third kid probably never happens, though, except to people like Michelle Duggar. I'll do ok, though, right?